Chapter 212: Is He Really My Biological Grandson?

This medicine was personally given by old Mr. Foley. He knew how potent it was. It was no longer safe to stay here. With a face filled with joy and anticipation, he dismissed the housekeeper and the servants. As he turned, he noticed Emelia standing there dumbfounded. Old Mr. Foley approached her and gave her a pat on the head. "What are you still standing here for? Go." "Grandfather, you..." Why would he drug Cheyenne's soup? This question remained unspoken. Emelia struggled to find the words, but she couldn't resist her grandfather's sharp gaze, so she turned and left. In the room, Cheyenne sat barefoot at the edge of the bed. She gave a cold, distant glance to the tall figure still standing in the room. She chuckled lightly, "Mr. Foley, you can leave too. I'm tired and need to rest." With that, she got up and walked towards the bathroom. As she opened the closet, she noticed that her clothes were still there, all the ones she had worn before, not Abbie's. This realization bro